Sikong Lingge swore that she wanted Fang Yiren to taste it, but she was attacked from both sides but had no choice but to have no way to do it. What was it like!
Looking at Sikong Lingge's expression, Shangguan Zhixing's chest trembled. He knew that no matter how much he said, he would not change her decision.
He sighed long, "Fang Yiren is not easy to deal with. You should worry about it yourself. If you have any problems, contact me immediately."
"Yes." Sikong Lingge nodded and looked at Shangguan Che, "Mr. Shangguan, please trouble you."
Shangguan Che nodded, turned the steering wheel, and the car slowly drove back.
A silence.
Outside the window, the scenery keeps retreating.
Half an hour later, the car stopped at the gate of Feng's house.
At the door, a large number of media reporters were turning.
Shangguan Che's car returned, and the reporters' hearts were ready to move. I really wanted to know what they wanted to do.
Due to the deterrence of the Liehuo Group, they only dared to watch from afar, and no one dared to approach easily.
Sikong Lingge called Mrs. Feng and told her that she was going to stay.
Mrs. Feng was so worried about how to tell her son that Sikong Lingge suddenly left that she didn't know what to do. Sikong Lingge's phone call was like a long drought and rain!
Without thinking, he immediately took the butler out to greet him in person.
Sikong Lingge looked at Mrs. Feng, who was standing at the gate and looking forward to it, turned around and lowered her head to kiss the child.
Then, he held the box and pushed open the car door.
The wind blew towards her, blowing her hair and clothes up, dancing wildly backwards.
Sikong Lingge narrowed his eyes, straightened his back, and walked towards Mrs. Feng.
How could media reporters miss such a good shooting opportunity?
The SLR camera and camera are raised in unison.
The flash "pa pa pa pa pa" sounded in one circle.
"Bang bang bang--"
The harsh gunshots resounded through the sky.
Everyone's movements froze instantly.
Sikong Lingge looked back and found that Shangguan Zhixing had started the sound insulation equipment of the car, blocking everything outside the world.
Shangguan Che stood beside the car, his face as sharp as ever, and his gloomy and terrifying eyes slowly swept everyone present.
In his hand, he held a gun, and the white smoke scattered faintly at the barrel...
The media reporter trembled violently and acted in unison.
Cut off the LIVE line, pull out the SD memory card of the SLR camera and cut it, and clean the camera with rewind...
In less than a minute, all relevant records on the site were cleaned up!
A new reporter wanted to secretly hide the SD memory card and wanted to leave some photos for reporting.
"Bang--"
The next second, a bullet was immediately inserted into his knee, and blood was flowing on the spot and he could no longer stand up.
No one dares to try to provoke again.
Shangguan Che has never been arrogant in his work. Half of his doing this today is warning media reporters.
None of them is warning Mrs. Feng—
If Sikong Lingge suffered any harm during the period of time in the Feng family and his legs were destroyed, the end of their Feng family.
"Thank you." How could Sikong Lingge not know Shangguan Che's intention, thank you and prepare to leave.
The moment he turned around, he suddenly remembered the incident of asking Xiaobai to follow Fang Yiren. He paused and turned around, "By the way, has Xiaobai gone back?"
noob?
Shangguan Che was stunned and shook his head.
Recently, everyone has been busy with the matter between the child and Fang, and has no extra effort to care about Xiaobai.